Dear whomever this letter corresponds to,
I see the fires from Florida
I see the uprisings from Florida
I see the repercussions occurring because of lack of humane care
And I wonder
How?
Why?
Is this the end?
Or is this merely the beginning of what is going to be the end?
Maybe this was all conspired from a source of evil and morbidity
Maybe it wasn’t and people are just ignorant to their hostility.
Note how I say “maybe”
I’m no deity, I’m no-one retrospectively
So why would I care?
So why do I care?
Well although I am no-one
That doesn’t mean I was born to none
I begun
And I’ve outdone
Yet I still feel like “no-one”
Care for some, how about the sun?
Would you care for the sun if the sun were your son?
You never fail to stun
The battles and the guns
The trees are turning numb
Yet you still think you’ve won
Now I’m not trying to attack you
For I don’t even know who you are
But when I refer to “you”
I mean all of you
All the ones who share the same mindset
That is who I’m referring to
This is something that we all knew
Not something that was made new
But it is still true
The trees are turning a hue of gray
The trees are turning numb
Everyone is starting to decay
Everyone is turning glum
But you still think you’ve won.
Sincerely,
Everyone other than all of you